Your smell is a plague that consumes me, a stench that chokes me, a taste that turns me bitter. Your smile is an ulcer that pains me, your skin, a heat and a viscosity that repels me. Your touch is an infection that corrupts me, your affection a sickness that destroys me. A worm that sucks on my being, my heart, and my soul, that is what you are. And yet, every day I am more flooded with the desir... » Continue Reading
So I became the surgeon of my own pain. I opened my skin where no one looks, as if suffering needed a shape. I grow thorns inward, and every thought is a diseased root tightening around the bones inside my chest. There are no roses in this garden, only withered branches stuck to my eyelids. I speak to myself in a low voice with words that taste of rust. And I don’t shatter with violence; I erode, ... » Continue Reading
The idea of soulmates has very ancient roots. In his Symposium , Plato proposes the myth that humans were once complete spheres, with four arms and legs, and that the gods, fearing their power, split them in two. From that moment on, he says, each half seeks its other half. The "soulmate," therefore, is not just an ideal partner, but the restoration of a lost unity. But if we stop there, we are ac... » Continue Reading